Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

He turned his head and looked at Turner: "So today I will practice physical training, and tomorrow I will practice physical training. I will teach you flags, orders and formations."

Turner scratched his head, didn't quite understand, but dared not speak.

Nios ignored it.

From ancient times to the present, in both Western and Eastern military thinking, the establishment of troops has always been the top priority.

For example, it is recorded in "Zhou Li Xia Guan" that the army establishment of the Zhou Dynasty grew from small to large, and there were two soldiers in the brigade and division army. Among them, there were 100 soldiers. It is still possible to have an overview, grasp the situation intuitively, and command on the spot.

And this is also one of the reasons why Neos could command on horseback in the previous siege battle.

But if the number of soldiers is expanded to the "brigade" level, an army formation of 500 people, in which the arms are different, and the intervals must be different, then the transmission of orders will depend on the subordinate officers.

By analogy, if there are tens of thousands of people in the "division" and "army", the actions of the entire army will be beyond the commander's field of vision, so when the military order is conveyed, the troops can only be commanded by flags and military drums.

The so-called "words do not hear each other, so they are golden drums; seeing each other, so they are banners" is roughly the same.

And sometimes the flags and drums are not enough, and it is necessary to rely on the generals and sergeants to communicate and agree in advance, and use anticipation to command.

So in a country, the larger the army, the more complicated the command system will be.

The higher the level of command, the weaker the direct control over the troops, and the stronger the dependence on the command system.

Cheers came from the school grounds, and the horn for disbandment sounded.

The training of the three hundred samurai finally came to an end.The warriors rubbed their arms and shoulders, gathered and left, and they talked to each other with tired smiles.

Nios looked at them and murmured to himself: "Those who are in the army, the method of arranging the three armies. The formation of the army is established, and orders, flags and drums are the key to running the army. If you are not familiar with this, what do you call a coach?"

When he was still there, it might be possible to win the battle by relying on pre-battle layout and planning, and brilliant command during the war; but in case he is gone, then all troops need a set of instinctive principles of action, or Command system to ensure that the combat effectiveness of the army will not be affected by command.

And what he is doing now is to build a complete set of command systems for this immature small country.

A hundred years from now, this will be his legacy to Britain.

......

After training, Neos didn't spend much time with the warriors.

Because he knew that the best choice at this time was to stay away from this group of people. Although no one dared to beat him, the atmosphere would always be awkward when he was around.

It can be said that the first reaction of most people in this city to Neos is awe, even the queen.

But Neos doesn't care about these, he only has one thing in mind now, and that is to ensure that the development of this small country is on the right track.

When we left the school grounds, it was already getting dark, and as we walked towards the city, we could faintly see the glimmer of light in the farmer's houses, which was a sight we had never seen a few months ago.

At that time, the Roman army levied violently, and the war was raging. After the war, winter was approaching, and the city was in despair.

In just a few months, the flame of hope was ignited.

Every morning, you can see residents going out to work, and everyone has a smile on their faces.

They survived the war and the harsh winter. Under the queen's rule, they had their own land and the means to make a living. They could even buy wine and have fun in the city with their spare money. Such days were simply bright.

A shout came from the mill.

"Yo, are you going back now?"

"I'm going back, the family is urging me!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow, spend more time with my wife!"

"Yes...what are you doing, you keep it to yourself!"

"For children, for children!"

Two old farmers were arguing, and there was a smile in the quarrel.

Nios was walking on the field ridge, watching this scene, inexplicably thinking of an old man.

"Such a smile, such a scene, this is the so-called peace...It is really beautiful," Nios sighed and said softly as the breeze brushed the silver hair from his temples.

"It's all because of you, my lord, that they have such a good life." The girl behind her spoke respectfully.

Neos smiled and said nothing, neither negating nor affirming.

There was a long silence, the wind direction changed slightly, and the light singing came along with the wind.

"Is someone singing?" Fei asked suspiciously.

"Well, there is probably only one person in this city who can sing in Greek."

Neos nodded, with a thought, hands behind his back, and wiped his body.

"Go, let's have a look."

Chapter 132 Chapter 130 Instructions

Nios was planning to go back home, but he heard the fireworks on the way, so he couldn't help but stop with emotion.

In the evening, fireflies were flying around in the field, the night was already dark, and although the sun had all set, the sky was still glowing red, making the final resistance to the coming of night.

The dark singing came with the wind.

Neos turned his head: "Did you hear, someone is singing."

Fei froze for a moment, and concentrated on listening. Sure enough, there was someone singing softly between the mountain wind and the cicadas.

The voice is fresh and soft, low and gentle, as if telling all kinds of grievances and distress.

"Greek, Icarus, I know who's singing."

Nios thought for a moment, read a few lines of lyrics, wiped himself and left: "Go, have a look."

After all, he took the girl to the place where the singing came from.

The two were close to the river, and the sound of water was heard by the river. The girl sat by the river, her trousers rolled up, and she poked her feet into the river, letting the river flow across her slender calves.

With her hands propped on the ground, she leaned back, chanting freely while kicking the river water, her whole body lined with sackcloth and white skin, shaking her head and shaking her head beautifully.

"Lucius?" Fei blinked, looking at the girl by the river.

"Hmm." Neos nodded, also keeping his eyes on him.

The two people behind listened to the singing and felt pity for themselves. After a while, the tone of their voices suddenly changed, with a few traces of indignation. Each voice seemed to be expressing depression.

The girl looked melancholy, looked at the twilight that dissipated in the sky, shook her head gently, and sang while shaking.

The twilight sprinkled at the end of the river, and the waves were dyed red.

The singing became louder and louder, accompanied by cicadas, flowing water, melancholy ditties and trickling streams, forming a wonderful movement.

She smiled, sighed, raised her calves, and kicked out the clear stream.

To be honest, her singing skills are really superb, which shows that she has received professional training.And under the touch of the scene, the grasp of the emotion of the song is also top-notch.

It's just that the metaphors in the lyrics are relatively obscure, and it's obviously far-fetched to insist on using myths to explain the state of mind.

It’s okay if someone who can understand can feel the loneliness she wants to express...

Neos inexplicably felt a trace of sadness and pity in his heart, which made him frown.

Turning his head to look at the girl, he saw tears streaming down her eyes.

The master and servant suddenly didn't dare to speak out, for fear of interrupting the girl's emotions.

But suddenly there was a sharp sound, and the singing stopped suddenly, followed by a long sigh, which was melancholy and quiet.

The mood fluctuated with the sigh, and in an instant, the bright moon was spit out from the top of the mountain, and the red plate suddenly surged.

The girl named Nero looks up at the moon, while the two behind her look at her.

"This is Britain, not Rome." Suddenly someone spoke from behind.

Nero jumped down and jumped up from the river, stepping on the mud with his wet and clean feet: "Who is it!"

Nios walked slowly with the moonlight behind his back, his hands on his back, the hem of his robe was clear, and he looked like a master.

"What do you want to do! I've already finished my work!" Nero bared his teeth angrily, wiped his feet, and put on the straw sandals.

"The people on this island have never heard of Greek legends, nor will they understand your metaphors about wings and the sun, nor will they understand your deconstruction of their own loneliness." Neos approached and said.

"Oh, I see, you're here to show off."

Nero gave him a blank look: "Why, seeing that Yu lost, you feel qualified to comment on Yu's works?"

"No, just a suggestion."

Neos tried to smile, but his face was still extremely stiff, so he simply continued to keep a straight face: "If you want others to understand what you want to express, you must first try to make others understand, this is the most basic.

There are too many things you want to express, but you don't want to say it outright, and you don't want to sing it outright, so your work will be very awkward. "

"Oh, it turns out that you are not only a politician, but have you become a master of art now?"

Nero's cheeks bulged, and he stuck out his tongue at him: "If you want me to say, my art is not accepted because you people who think you know a lot got in on it!"

"If you disagree with me, then I will simply tell you."

Nios shrugged: "Being a human being is the same as making art, either vulgar or elegant,

The clown in People's Square is Dasu, Virgil is Daya, and they are both very happy. "

He raised his eyebrows at the girl: "But you are in between, half vulgar, so it is very painful."

The two looked at each other and were silent for a while.

Nero breathed out for a long time, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he let out an "oh", bowed his head and walked forward.

The two shoulders bumped into each other without speaking.

Neos looked back at her receding figure for a long time, and the girl behind him flashed out.

"My lord, why bother talking to her so much?"

"I'm afraid she'll be hit too hard and won't be able to get out,"

Neos chuckled lightly: "After all, a military division is finally the last division, and the biggest problem with a division is that it always likes to point others and give directions."

On the other side, Nero walked back alone under the moon.

She lowered her head, while kicking the stones, her mouth was full of strange thoughts.

"Wow, the National People's Congress is vulgar, I'm semi-vulgar, I feel bad. I feel bad, I feel bad, if you don't come, I'm happy to die!"